7 years of bad luck

Who is to say?
That there is no bad luck.
Who is to say?
I shouldn’t despair.

Its not that I lost something,
Its not that I didn’t care,
Its not that I don’t like you,
Its just that it isn’t fair.

Who is to say?
That look at the bright side
Who is to say?
That I don’t go threadbare

Its not that I don’t try.
Its not that I haven’t been there.
Its not that I don’t like you.
Its just that it isn’t fair.

Who’s to say?
That life is not all roses.
Who’s to say?
That at least she’s here.

Its not that I like being sad,
Its not that I haven’t got my share
Its not that I don’t like you
Its just that it isn’t fair

Who’s to say?
That this isn’t a poem.
Who’s to say?
That I din’t dare

Its not that I am fussy.
Its just that I am despaired.
But my 7 years of bad luck,
Doesn’t seem to care.

Loveless

Do I miss her,
Or just the thoughts of her.

Do I miss her body,
Or just anybody.

Am I in love.
Or just.....
Loveless


I wrote these lines when I first moved to Finland since I was missing my ex-girlfriend so much. Now, when I look back, I think all happened for good.